Page 86 of Heart Breaker

I shake my head. “You’re awfully eager.”

“Can you blame me? My husband is gorgeous and I haven’t touched him for weeks.”

Her honesty catches me off guard. The look she gives me is playful but completely unapologetic. Unable to resist, I smack her ass. “You’re trouble.”

She grins. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“You know,” I say, reaching for her hand. “I actually had some self-control before I married you.”

“And now?”

I stop at the foot of the plush king size bed, noting the anticipation in her eyes, the flush in her cheeks, the way her breathing has gone slightly uneven. Beautiful doesn’t even begin to cover it. “And now I can’t seem to stay away from you.”

“Prove it.”

I reach for her, sliding a hand to the back of her neck, claiming her mouth in a slow-burning, sensual kiss. She opens for me, deepening the kiss so my tongue can slide against hers.

I’m in trouble.

We both are.

I kiss her without hesitation, and she kisses me back exactly the same way. I can’t get enough of her. I’m not sure I ever will. Every kiss leaves me wanting another. Every touch only makes me crave more. I could make-out with this woman all hours of the day—morning, noon and night—and still never get enough.

She breaks the kiss and looks up at me. “We agreed we wouldn’t do this.”

I kiss her forehead before sucking on her neck. “I changed my mind.”

A groan leaves her lips as my fingers tangle in her hair. I tilt her head back, exposing the smooth line of her neck and suck a path of wet kisses along her skin. She wants this as much as I do. “You’re okay with breaking the rules?”

“Wes, yes.”

I run my fingers under the swell of both of her breasts over the cotton of her T-shirt as her palm presses against my cock.

I’m careful to keep her shirt in place because I know it’s what she wants. I don’t like it, but I understand it. Slowly, I slide my hands underneath the cotton, and when she doesn’t stop me, I cup her tits in my hands. Fuck me, she isn’t wearing a bra. I squeeze them before pinching her nipples. She moans and cups me harder.

Jesus. I need to fuck her.

Every muscle in my body is taut with the need to be deep inside her. I pull down her shorts and push the fabric of her lace underwear to the side, and slip a finger through her slick folds. She whimpers, tipping her head back with a groan.

Fuck, she’s wet.

Remembering how good Lottie tastes, I remove my hand from between her thighs and close my lips around my wet fingers, sucking them clean. “Better than the sugar pastry.”

A shaky breath escapes her.

It’s not enough, I need more. “Hands and knees on the bed, Peach,” I say, before yanking my shirt over my head. She glances over her shoulder with a teasing smile before she climbs onto the bed with her ass in the air. I grab her hips in my hands then bend to push her thong to the side and run my tongue through her folds. My rock-hard erection presses against the zipper of my jeans, my balls so heavy and full they’re begging for release.

I kneel on the floor, siding her thong down her legs as I spread her open. I drop a kiss to her bare center, then another and another. She moans, so I do it again, then I run my tongue through her wetness and suck on her swollen clit.

“Wes,” she murmurs, dropping to her forearms on the bed. “That feels so good.”

The view from where I am causes my cock to pulsate. I groan at the sight. Memories of the last time I had her in my bed crowd my mind.

“You’re a very naughty girl,” I say before unbuttoning my pants and unzipping my fly. Needing relief, I push my pants down over my hips and take myself in my hand as I swirl my tongue over her clit. Bright green eyes stare wide at me over her shoulder through long, dark lashes.

I make love to her pussy, drawing desperate, needy moans from her. “I want to be so deep inside you, filling you up with my come,” I admit, pressing her open so I can circle the tight bundle of nerves with the edge of my tongue. “I have never wanted anything more in my life.” I stand and drop my briefs to the floor so I can swipe the head of my cock through her folds. “This is real, Lottie. You can’t fake this. I’m so hard for you, I’m going to fucking combust.”

“Don’t say things you can’t take back,” she says.